Chapter 8
Peter lunged, hand clamping around her neck. “You? You think you’re even in her league?”
Cindy hit the floor, realization sinking in–he knew. He knew she went to Yuna.
Desperate, she played her last card.
Tears spilled as she looked up at him, voice trembling. “But we have a baby. Yuna’s gone, and I’m still here—with your kid. You said you’d take care of me, remember? You promised my dad.”
Peter’s face twisted, eyes wild. “A baby? That little trap you pulled? You really think it’s mine? Yeah, I made a promise–but don’t ever compare yourself to Yuna.”
He slapped her.
Cindy hit the floor, curled up, sobbing.
Peter just stared, ice–cold. Then he pulled out his phone, hit record.
“Yuna, look. I put this trash in her place. She’s nothing. I’ll only ever love you.”
He didn’t waste a second. Burned cash, called in favors, did everything to find Yuna.
Nothing.
She was gone–like she’d never existed.
If it weren’t for the things she left behind, he might’ve thought he imagined it
He shut himself in their room, cleaning her stuff like a ritual.
Drank until he passed out, pretending she was still there.
all.
His friends tried to cheer him up. “She’s probably just mad. Once she cools off, she’ll come back. I mean, she didn’t even take her stuff -that’s gotta mean something.”
Peter shook his head, tears streaming. “She’s not coming back.”
They’d lived together for years. He knew her better than anyone.
He clutched his head, barely holding it together.
